Percy swung his sword through the darkness behind him. There was nothing there. He continued on, walking down the seemingly endless hallway with only his bronze sword to offer light to see by. Rocks tumbled down on him as something shook the ground far above him. He walked faster. The sound of dry scales rubbing against stone echoed behind him, he started running. The sound sped up as well, following him through the endless darkness.
Percy shoved his emotions down. They couldn't help him survive in this place. A rock skipped across the stone floor of the chamber behind him. Percy whirled around with his sword at the ready. Twin red eyes glared at him hatefully. The hell hound lunged. Percy swung his sword. The hell hound whimpered before he stabbed downward, finishing it. Percy turned and walked deeper into the darkness.
Miles above him a battle raged. The campers were being overrun by the monster horde, hope seemed to flee as they locked shields. The monsters pushed them back and surrounded them. A few managed to harden their hearts and escape, others fought on hoping for one man to appear and save the day. He never did. The hunters of Artemis alone survived. They took heavy losses in the battle, but most were living and would continue to do so. The few campers who had escaped just ran. They didn't look back at that field of blood and death.
Okay. Meant to upload this yesterday, twelve chapters for the twelve days of Christmas. I'm a day late, but hopefully my readers forgive me. Anyway, enjoy.
I DON'T OWN PJO
The Olympians watched in horror as their children were slaughtered. Poseidon shook his head in disbelief, his son hadn't been there. The other council members glared at him hatefully.
Percy dodged the massive snake's bite and slashed the scaled creature's hide. It struck again but he dodged and severed the massive snake's head with his final blow. He took the spoil, a small necklace, and ran into the darkness. The hallway opened into a large chamber. Percy watched the area around him warily, keeping his sword at the ready. A single sound broke the silence. Percy pointed his sword at the disturbance in fear. It was the whining of a hungry dog. He approached slowly, watching for traps or ambushes. When he reached the source of the sound he found a tiny pup, barely old enough to walk, lying on the stone floor. He observed it for a few minutes before picking the pup up gingerly and holding it close to him as he continued into the darkness.
When Percy finally saw light he didn't know how long it had been. He hurried toward it, keeping his sword at the ready, and stepped through the doorway. Cold mountain air greeted him. Massive mountains rose all around him, snow covered the ground beyond the small cave where he stood. A deer bounded into the cave and froze as it saw Percy. He approached it slowly and swung his sword. The deer fell to the ground with a bloody chest wound. Percy sighed and set the pup down before skinning the deer and stripping it of meat as best he could. He dragged the carcass out of his cave and as far as he could before gathering an armful of the driest wood he could find and heading back to the cave. The fire took longer than expected to get going, but Percy was glad he had spent the time once it was blazing. He stared at the roughly cut deer skin for a moment before laying it next to the fire in the hope that it would dry enough for use as a blanket. The pup crawled toward the fire and laid by his leg happily. Percy winced as he stabbed a hunk of a meat and held it over the flames.
"I wonder what happened at camp, the Titan army's probably already reached them." He muttered. The snow kept falling.
Kronos took up residence at the now empty Camp Half-Blood. He shattered the barriers and let his army swarm across the cabins where demigods had lived, destroying their former homes, he destroyed the campfire and built his throne in its place. The Olympians desperately prepared defenses around the city and completely cut Olympus off from the mortal world, even going so far as to board the elevator doors shut. A somber air fell over the city of the gods as nymphs and satyrs trained for war.
